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Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright
Fear-cloaked renditions of that autumn night
Digging up rumours of the kids in the park
What awful things happened in the dark?
Take, just one last dare
Pretend you don't care
Till twilight falls
Wait, is someone else here?
And I can't stop my tears
I've never been so scared
In the cellar buried 6 feet deep
The lover's shaken from a dreamless sleep
Nails clawing splinters from the ceiling and floor
Shrieking like the witches til his stitches are sore
Take, just one last dare
Pretend you don't care
Till twilight falls
Wait, is someone else here?
And I can't stop my tears
I've never been so scared
Calling for the other, searching for her lover
Secrets she discovers drain her face of color
1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor
5.. 6..7..8 Lovers will all suffocate
1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor
5.. 6..7..8 Lovers will all suffocate
1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor
5.. 6..7..8 Lovers will all suffocate
1.. 2.. 3.. 4 Underneath the cellar floor
5.. 6..7..8 Lovers will all suffocate
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I think my friend said “I hear footsteps”
I wore my black and white dress to the birthday massacre, birthday massacre, birthday
I wore my black and white dress
I think my friend said “stick it in the back of her head”
I think my friend said “two of them are sisters”
“I am a murder tramp, birthday boy”, I think I said
“I'm gonna bash them in, bash them in”, I think he said
Then we wished them all a happy birthday
We kissed them all goodnight
Now he chases me to my room, chases me to my room, chases me in my black and red dress
I think my friend said “don't forget the video”
I think my friend said “don't forget to smile”
“You're a murder tramp, murder tramp” I think he said
“You're a murder boy, birthday boy” I think I said
I think my friend said “stick it in the back of her head”
I think my friend said “two of them are sisters”
“I am a murder tramp, birthday boy”, I think I said
“I'm gonna bash them in, bash them in”, I think he said
I think my friend said “don't forget the video”
I think my friend said “don't forget to smile”
“You're a murder tramp, murder tramp” I think he said
“You're a murder boy, birthday boy” I think I said
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They're getting ugly
They're a horror show
And now we're laughing because they'll never know
That they have everything
We give them all of our own and they tell us they're sick and they're all alone
They make fools of us together
But we always think of them
All their laughing and their talking and their wasting of our time
And it always hurts to see them now
That everything is different
We don't like to see their eyes cause they will never look the same
They shut the door
We fell far behind
We try forgiveness
But they cross the line
And now the moment has passed and we can't rewind
We are dead long before we run out of time
They make fools of us together
But we always think of them
All their laughing and their talking and their wasting of our time
And it always hurts to see them now
That everything is different
We don't like to see their eyes cause they will never look the same
They make fools of us together
But we always think of them
All their laughing and their talking and their wasting of our time
And it always hurts to see them now
That everything is different
We don't like to see their eyes cause they will never look the same
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The tragic comedy divine
Paints the way to peace of mind
Leaving shallow lovers far behind
Past uncertainties combine
Bringing tears to sleepless eyes
Memory runs the course of time
Blood runs cold beyond
The violet prison for violent visions
And so the broken record plays
As you throw us away
We're never enough
We're drowning in clichés
So desperate to love
We're twisting every word they say
So we sleep through the days
Within the heat of passion's war
Lust is spilled upon the floor
Staining red the wasted metaphor
The selfish need for something more
Claws in vain at closing doors
Scarring faces once adored
Tracing circles in the
Violet prison for violent visions
And so the broken record plays
As you throw us away
We're never enough
We're drowning in clichés
So desperate to love
We're twisting every word they say
So we sleep through the days
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And boys are so cold
They speak without meaning
The only time they talk is in their sleep
And girls are a bore
Their touch without feeling
Their secrets always far too grim to keep
And up until now
You've lived in their shadows trying hard to please them
But they'll never change
As long as they're breathing
Thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme
To those of us who've never tried
To find a face behind our lipstick smiles
And as our pretty faces die
Our plastic hearts will wonder why
The makeup just won't hide the scars of time
And boys are so cruel
So don't let them find you...tonight
And girls are so vain
So put them behind you...tonight
I'll cast you a spell
A magic where everyone plays dead forever
And after tonight
They'll never remind you...
Thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme
To those of us who've never tried
To find a face behind our lipstick smiles
And as our pretty faces die
Our plastic hearts will wonder why
The makeup just won't hide the scars of time
Thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme
To those of us who've never tried
To find a face behind our lipstick smiles
And as our pretty faces die
Our plastic hearts will wonder why
The makeup just won't hide the scars of time
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Plastic blue invitations in my room.
I've been waiting here for you.
Reservations made for two.
Sunlight fading.
Black toungues speak faster than the car can crash.
You supply the rumours and I'll provide the wrath.
Romance is breaking every heart in two.
Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue.
Plastic blue conversations in my room.
Saving every tear for you.
Trusting every word untrue.
Twilight fading.
Fate changes faster than the death of light.
You provide the envy and I'll provide the spite.
Reflections cutting every face in two.
Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue.
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Next phase, next craze, next nothing new
Got the pretty boy beat him up black and blue
Broke the sissy boy's teeny toy heart in two
Turned him into a video kid like you
I know you're just pretending death
There's no window for mistakes
I know you see right through me
There's no promise left to break
Shot the pretty boy killed him on commodore
Need a new game, need a new something more
Got a new face got a new way to score
Got a voice like something I've heard before
The message misleading
We're lying, we're cheating
We're only repeating
The motions preceding
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Her fabulous invention, what strange imagination shown
Her glorious intentions, a sea of doubt beneath her own
It said "you're not the first to dream this, little girl
You know it's never happened once in this world
It never crossed my mind that one so young could hope to find a power greater than my own"
She never did what they told her to
And they'll never see her dream come true
The edge of revelation, believing all the stories told
A final moment taken before this story's end unfolds
It said "you're not the first to dream this, little girl
You know it's never happened once in this world
It never crossed my mind that one so young could hope to find a power greater than my own"
She never did what they told her to
And they'll never see her dream come true
Now she flies over clouds in twilight skies
Nothing to bind her, no one will find her this high
Far above the rainy weather
All plans have come together
And for the first time she feels just fine
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It's getting late
It all just wanes and pales and fades away
If we just want it too much
And what a shame
If all there is is all that's gone away
There's nothing left here for us
Deadlight holiday
Killing time to make us stay
Hollow as the promises of yesterday
On and on the music plays
Memories in paraphrase
Falling past my window like the morning rain
It's all the same
So many words remaining
Always too late
It never seems worth taking
And all the days
And all the nights lost sleeping
And in the end
The secret's not worth keeping
Deadlight holiday
Killing time to make us stay
Hollow as the promises of yesterday
On and on the music plays
Memories in paraphrase
Falling past my window like the morning rain
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Five glasses changed my mind.
Seems like the ticking hands are taking their time.
I guess I've been at home for longer than it takes to unwind,
So slap me if I step out of line.
Now in smaller spaces, careless lust intoxicated.
Away from prying eyes and rabid smiles and everythings shattering.
My invitation was involuntary dilation and now I cant recall your name.
I think we've met before
It was last christmas on our parent's accord
You where the young man in the costume that was hard to ignore
And I was feeling hopelessly bored...
Now you're conversations scholarships and occupations.
You look so different than before when... Never mind... Anyway...
This reckless violation, tarnishing my reputation
Has left me nothing kind to say
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